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"What were you doing out in the woods with him, Ms. Addams?" The sheriff, Annabelle, and Weems were all in her office, trying to put the pieces to Annabelles puzzle together. While she was back in her dorm that night, drawing her vision, the search dogs went out to look for Rowans 'dead' body but never found anything.

"I heard a noise in the forest and went to go investigate. That's when I stumbled upon the attack."

"Then what happened?"

"Then I ran into Bianca Barclay, and I told her to go for help. Next thing I remember, I was awaking in my dorm."

"And just to be clear, this monster wasn't a bear or some other wild animal?"

"I've hibernated with grizzlies. I know the difference."

"Thank you, Sheriff. I think Miss Addams is done now. Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin. Alone."

"I'm not sure I can allow that."

"I'm sure I could take her to the station and get a formal statement... Yeah, let's go."

"Fine. You have five minutes, and everything is off the record." They watched her walk out and waited for the door to close.

"Someone is trying to cover up Rowan's murder. That's the only reason to scrub the crime scene."

"Is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer?"

She squinter her eyes, annoyed with his false statement. "My father's twice the man you are, and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower."

"It's been a long night. I'm tired of your games."

"I'm not playing games. I'm telling the truth. You want to reject my claims but you can't."

"Why is that?"

"Because you and I both know there's a monster out there. And Rowan is his latest victim." Just then one of the sheriffs partners opens the door and walks in, with an amused facial expression.

"Sheriff? You're gonna want to see this." Low and behold, Rowan, standing in the doorway, looking better than ever. Annabelle had a very confused face on and was quick to defend herself. She could tell something was off. Usually when she was around Rowan, she could feel his magic, but not this time.

She walked towards Rowan, upset, breaking his personal bubble. "Are you playing some sort of sick prank on me Rowan?" the sheriff instantly pulled her back, not knowing if she was going to get physical.

"Alright Addams, you're done, get outta here" before she walked out, she pinched her eyebrows at him, confused and annoyed, thinking he was trying to play her.

She left Weem's office and got ready to leave for her loathing therapy session. She took a train there this time, as she couldn't find Weems, and Weems knew she had no where to go. As soon as she walked in she was hit by the same Ormonde Jayne perfume that filled her room. It always burned Annabelles nose hairs.

"Help me understand why you claim you witnessed a murder. Was it to gain attention?"

"Why should I bother telling you anything? You've already decided I'm lying. I know what I saw."

"Your life's had a lot of upheaval recently. It's okay to be confused about things."

"Don't try and lure me into one of your psychological traps."

"No one is trying to trap you. I'm here to help you process your emotions." Emotions, such a rare thing for Annabelle. It's not that she never felt emotion, she just never knows how to deal with it or express it. She isn't gothic and emotionless like her family, and like everyone expects her to be.

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